Quick wear: passers-by are the real boss

Lin Lou was puzzled at first, but then frowned, pursed his lips, and stared at Chen Yinglin. His appearance was very similar to that of his elder brother Lin Bei, solemn and murderous, extremely intimidating.

"Xiaolou, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like this? Don't you believe me?" Chen Yinglin looked extremely aggrieved, the tall and handsome man was half kneeling on the ground, his clothes were covered with thick blood stains, which made people feel aggrieved. Can't tell if it's just his own or someone else's too.

Ignoring the confrontation between the two, Yuan Shi's body was twitching uncontrollably.

Lin Lou said nothing.While staring at Chen Yinglin, he felt the body in his arms slowly losing temperature until it became cold.

The moment he woke up from the dream, Liao Ming appeared.

Liao Ming's face, which had always had nothing to do with him, was full of complex emotions.

Shock, disbelief, grief, resentment...

Lin Lou lay on the bed, wiped the moisture on his face vigorously, his lips were parted, his voice was muffled, making it hard to hear what he was cursing.

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As soon as the dawn broke, Yuan Shi was woken up by the lingering fingers on his face.

He rubbed his eyes, blinked twice to regain consciousness, and glanced at Liao Ming. Suddenly, he stared at Liao Ming's face in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Liao Ming, are you crying?"

Liao Ming gave an "um" unabashedly, his deep voice was deeper than usual.

Yuan Shi leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Why?"

"I'm having a nightmare."

"What nightmare? Tell me, I'll help you share it." As he spoke, Yuan Shi stretched out his fingertips and pressed softly around Liao Ming's eye sockets.

Liao Ming closed his eyes obediently, let him move, and replied, "I dreamed that you were gone."

"Huh? Why? Are you going to cry when I leave? Liao Ming, why are you acting like a child?" Yuan Shi couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly remembered a good friend of his when he was 13 years old. So he told Liao Ming about the past.

At that time, the two of them went to the summer camp together. On the last night when they slept in the tent, the friend cried until he fell asleep crying, and still held on to Yuanshi's hand tightly and refused to let go.

If it wasn't for the amputation of his limbs in a car accident, and when he was 15 years old, he was sent to a psychiatric prison by his uncles for five years, maybe the two of them could sleep in the same university dormitory now.

After telling the story, Yuan Shi wanted to take the opportunity to comfort Liao Ming. In fact, they could be good friends for a lifetime and they would never be separated.

This is not his world, he can't stay long, and there are still six tasks waiting for him...

Liao Ming was said by Xiao Wu, that insignificant passer-by.

They are destined to have no relationship, and when the mission ends, he will disappear from this world.

Yuan Shi slowly got off Liao Ming's shoulders, crawled back into the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and sighed deeply.

Liao Ming couldn't wait for Yuan Shi's next words, so he didn't urge him, but just waited quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan always raised his head from the pillow, turned to Liao Ming, who had never left his eyes, and said sincerely, "Liao Ming, even if we really parted, don't cry, don't be sad. Because, I will always think of you and miss you in my heart. In this way, we can feel like we have never been apart."

Liao Ming said a few words in a low voice, pulled back the quilt, got up, and walked towards the bathroom.

Yuan Shi sat up, looked at Liao Ming's back eagerly, and asked in confusion, "Liar? Liao Ming, why do you call me a liar?"